Neal
I love his name. I love the way it sounds. It's unique and I've never heard it before until I met him or maybe it didn't mean anything before he came along. I swear those letters fell in perfect unison from the stars to form his name. And I'd bet you my heart that he doesn't like it. Or doesn't care for it. He's a master at masking it all. Like the Doctor he could save and do wonders but then he changes and he's the same or... maybe he's different? No one ever knows. Because he's a mystery with as many secrets as there are letters in his name; that is, if you multiplied that number by a thousand and you still chase him. Everyone does, until they have him, then they abandon him, discovering that bitter sweet, well-kept secret, they leave. Realize all that work and happiness was for nothing. But not me. Am I destined to be that loyal and faithful companion? Maybe? I mean, I shudder whenever I hear his name and it's uncommonly common, thank God. So I don't have to hear it every day. But I think about it that often because it's beautiful. I love his name and if I have the chance to say it to him along with three other words, I think I'd be alright.
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How I Love You
Poetry". . . . Then must you speak / Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well; / Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, / Perplex'd in the extreme. . . ." -Act 5, Scene 2 of Othello by W. Shakespeare A collection of poems to the boys and men I hav...
